Not normally, but lately I’ve been wondering about my unique brand of humor and “charm,” that marks me that irresistible me; that humor consisting of sarcasm dripping with shocking remarks. I’ve had the notion in my mind about what I think is funny, often it’s sarcasm and wit of the moment, usually caustic and if not…well abrasive; cutting deep into the situation and beyond. Usually I simply scoff at those that are offended. Hell, usually I’ll laugh at the fact that they’re offended. When confronted on the matter, I sneer, and continue to ridicule with more malice than before. Can’t help it…I’m an asshole. Today however, I read a phrase that got me thinking: “the Arrows of sarcasm are barbed with contempt…it is the sneer of the satire, the ridicule, that galls and wounds.” –Gladden
That gorram empathy kicked in and I felt for a fleeting moment a wave of guilt for those I vociferously vocally eviscerated with little remorse or compassion. The pang of guilt was ephemeral…but effective. Today the remorse remains…tomorrow, probably not (I’m just being realistic). So while I’m being momentarily sympathetic, I would like to formally apologize for being the insensitive prick I very well may be (am). Tomorrow it’s more than likely I’ll retract this…but what the hell.
…No! You know what? I’ve already changed my find. Men are satirical from vanity more often than from malice. Considering just how dashingly handsome I SO am, I have much reason. Heh-heh, I’m conceited. aaannnd …tangent: referencing another’s blog, fuck Ug Boots
OH, on a side note, I’ve found another task to accomplish before my brief life ends. I plan on punching a Hemophiliac. …right in the kidneys! C’mon, doesn’t that just sound like fun? Think about it; you get off work from a bad day, need to de-stress, you walk right up to one…and POW! Dude goes down screaming “Why?!” You just laugh and walk away a better person, in a better mood.
